Horny couples (3)

Chapter 3

I got

onto my knees and he guided my cock into his wife’s waiting anus. It was

tight and hot in there and I fucked it enthusiastically, with Tina bucking and

crying out underneath me. I could feel Greg’s hand rubbing her cunt as I did

so. “That’s it, he said, “Fuck her anus. Deeper. Don’t worry about hurting

her – she loves it!”

As he was saying this he had moved up to the top of the bed, positioning

himself in front of Tina’s face, and now he slipped his cock into her mouth.

For a couple of minutes we settled into a regular rhythm, her body moving

back and forth, skewered on our dicks like a pig on a spit. Then I couldn’t

hold on any longer and, grabbing her hips, I rammed my crotch against her

butt, my cock going as deep in her as possible. She screamed and I came in

her bowels.

I collapsed on the bed, catching my breath. Tina lay on her stomach,

moaning softly.

Greg sat next to her and, parting her buttocks, inspected her anus.

“Beautiful…” he murmured. “Isn’t that a lovely sight?” I sat up and had a

look. Her anus was swollen and dilated and a darker pink than before I had

fucked it. He smiled at me, as if I’d given him a wonderful present. He

stuck a finger in it and brought it out, glistening, and licked it. Then he

pushed both index fingers in and pulled her open as wide as he could, and

there was a Woman Of The Houseent of silence as we both stared down into

the red, shiny depths of his wife’s rectum, which was now full of my sperm.

“How was that?” he asked Tina, smacking her bum lightly.

“Good,” she murmured, not looking up.

For a while the three of us lay on the bed, Tina between me and Greg, with

our arms wrapped around each other, hands wandering playfully over

bodies. Then Tina got up and went into the lounge room to get her glanus of

wine.

When she came back she said, “I think I need to have a shower. Have you

guys had enough beer?” It took a Woman Of The Houseent to register what

she meant.

Greg went to the wardrobe and took out a thick, dark green towel which he

spread on the floor next to the bed. Tina reached into the bedside drawer

and came out with a very thick dildo – the one I had seen in the video. She

knelt on the towel and pushed the dildo into her pussy. When it was deep

inside her she took her hands off it, then positioned herself so that the base

of the dildo was touching the floor. Looking up at us, she began to rock

back and forth gently, pushing the dildo into herself.

“Come on,” she said, “bring them over here. Bring my two cocks over.”

Once again Greg and I stood in front of her as she played with our dicks.

“Oh, they’re so nice. Which one… do I… like best? I can’t decide.” Her

eyes were half closed as she enjoyed the dildo in her. “But I know … what I

want now. I want you both… to piss on me. God, I’m such a drab. Go on,

piss on me. Use me as your toilet.”

Greg was the first to manage it. There was a small spurt of pee from his

dick, and then a longer stream which he aimed at her face. It hit her

forehead and ran down over her mouth, which she opened, and then he

pissed directly into her mouth. It was soon full and the piss was bubbling

out over her chin. Meanwhile I’d managed to start too, and I pissed into her

hair, over her tits and finally into her mouth as well. Tina spluttered as she

tried to swallow this flood of urine. She had taken hold of the dildo again

and was ramming it hard into herself until, falling onto her back, she made

herself gladly with a very loud groan.

When she sat up, piss was dripping from her face and hair and running

down her body. She looked at me and smiled, then stood up, very

unsteadily, still holding the dildo inside her, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“That was nice,” she said dreamily. “Such nice dicks. I’d love to see you

playing with them.” She looked at us with a sly and wicked grin. “Playing

with each other’s, that is.”

I looked at Greg and I knew the time had come. I sank to my knees in front

of him and, taking his cock between thumb and forefinger, brought the head

of it to my lips. I put my mouth around the glans, my tongue flicking it so

that I got a slight, tangy taste of pee, and then took about half of it into my

mouth and began to suck it. I could hardly believe it – I was finally sucking

a cock!

I could feel it hardening in my mouth. Soon he was so stiff the head of his

dick was red and shiny. Fascinated, I kissed and licked along the shaft, my

lips brushing against veins that stuck out like cords, and licked his shaven

balls.

Tina watched intently, one hand jammed into her crotch. “Do you like that,

Greggy? A man is sucking your dick. You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said, “yes

“Keep doing it,” she said to me. She knelt beside me and took my dick in

her hand and began to masturbate me. “Keep sucking him till he gladlys in

your mouth.”

I wanted to. I wanted to swallow his sperm. I began to suck his prick in

earnest, squeezing it at the base at the same time. He started to groan. Tina

was paying as much attention to my own dick, and seemed to know

instinctively I like having it pulled really hard. Her curly hair, still wet with

piss, stuck to my bare shoulder. I could smell the piss on her.

Then I felt Greg tense. His cock, hot in my hand, throbbed. He gasped and I

felt his hot sperm squirting onto my tongue, then filling my mouth. Of

course I had tasted my own sperm often enough after masturbating so I

knew what to expect, but it still felt incredible. I threw my head back,

letting the semen run down my throat, and as Tina gave my cock a last good

squeeze I came, opening my eyes in time to see my own sperm spurt onto

her leg. We all realised without saying anything that that was it for the

night. Greg wrapped a towel around his waist and, saying he thought we all

needed a bourbon, went and fixed some. Tina threw a towel over herself,

although she made no real attempt to cover herself with it, and as we sat

sipping out drinks I found myself looking at her swollen, sloppy pussy. I

felt uncomfortable there now though and needed to get out. I went into the

lounge room and got dressed then, thanking them for a wonderful time, I

made my leave.

As I walked out of there I felt ashamed of myself for what I’d done. I

thought I just wanted to forget all about it, and I would never do anything

like it again. But after a few days I started to calm down. I began replaying

the whole night through my head as I masturbated. I knew there was

nothing wrong with what I’d done, and I knew that I had enjoyed it. I

wondered what my womanfriend would think about it if I told her. I

wondered if maybe she would like to get involved in something like this.

I emailed Greg and Tina, and asked if they would be interested in meeting

again. They said they would love to.